Author: Mountain White Mist

Looking at the estimated stay time in the light curtain, Shen Qing's eyes brightened slightly.

In this situation, it was obvious that the sundial had brought her here, and she might be able to go back when the expected stay was over.

Although the past twelve years have been a bit long, there is finally some hope.

Gathering his thoughts, Shen Qing tried his best to recall the memories of his predecessor, searching for clues to break the situation.

After turning over and over again for a long time, Shen Qing finally found some clues.

Shen Lie was born in the military, and his martial arts had reached the pinnacle of his time. As he entered the realm of martial arts master, he naturally tried to teach Shen Qing martial arts.

It's a pity that Shen Qing doesn't have much interest in going into battle to kill enemies. She couldn't survive the physical challenge alone. She only learned some rudimentary breathing techniques and practiced some simple fists and kicks, and she was barely able to deal with them. An intrusive thief.

His attainments in music, chess, calligraphy and painting are quite impressive. He is proficient in ancient music and modern rhythms, and he is also capable of elegance in calligraphy and painting.

This kind of temperament is undoubtedly very popular among the wealthy and aristocratic people in Daxia. In the past, people who proposed marriage to Shen Qing were like crucian carp crossing the river in an endless stream.

Today is different from the past. What Shen Qing cares most about now are the exercises taught by Shen Lie.

Shen Lie was the Taiwei of the current dynasty. He had great power and was obsessed with martial arts. Naturally, he collected a large number of Xuan Gong secrets, all of which were top-notch in the world.

Fortunately, although my predecessor was not keen on practicing martial arts, he had an excellent memory and had a photographic memory of the exercises he had seen.

In order to reduce the pain she suffered while practicing, her predecessor once searched through the entire family treasure trove, hoping to find shortcuts. Now these exercises are completely stored in her memory, which is almost equivalent to a mobile scripture library.

After discovering this, Shen Qing finally grasped at straws and began to search hard for a method suitable for his current situation.

"The Loach Turns Over", "The Whale Swallows the Sun", "Treading on the River and Flying on the Willows"...

Wow——

I don't know how much time passed, but when Shen Qing was choosing various martial arts schools, the harsh sound of the iron chains rubbing woke her up.

The light in the prison was a little dim, with only two oil lamps burning in the distance. The thin flames flickered, as if they would go out at any moment.

At this time, the cell door was wide open, and there were two figures standing by the door. One was about thirty years old, tall and tall, with sinister eyebrows. He was dressed in a blue-grey Tianlao uniform with gold thread hidden at the collar.

The other person standing behind him was wearing fine iron armor, a face shield, and a long sword hanging from his waist. His whole body was glowing with a cold light.

Shen Qing had seen this armor in his memory. The bodyguards of the Emperor of Great Xia, the Knight Cavalry Battalion, numbered only three thousand in total. They had gathered the most brave men in the army, one in a hundred, and one was equal to ten.

"She is the only one left, take her away."

The prison officer spoke calmly, with a trace of obvious contempt in his eyes. The entire Shen family, except Shen Qing, all the female relatives had died.

To die in defense of one's own name can be regarded as preserving Shen Lie I's famous name.

However, Shen Qing, as the daughter of a general, lives alone. She is so greedy for life and afraid of death, which is undoubtedly a disgrace to the family tradition, unworthy of her ancestor Yu Lie, and will bring shame to the entire Shen family.

"Follow me."

A whisper came from under the visor, full of indifference, and he turned around to lead the way.

Shen Qing did not speak, but stood up while dragging the heavy shackles, quietly put half of the intestine into his sleeve, and slowly walked out of the cell.

The jailer on the side took out the key impatiently, unlocked Shen Qing's shackles, turned around and locked the cell door again.

The Shen family's female family members committed suicide en masse, which made the Holy Emperor quite angry. There were no less than dozens of prisoners in the prison who were implicated, and their heads were rolling in. As a result, there is now a shortage of manpower.

Otherwise, there would be no need for him to personally come forward for such a trivial matter.

After the shackles were removed, Shen Qing's steps became much brisker, and he followed the man and walked slowly outside the prison.

It was midnight outside, the moon was high in the sky, and the moonlight was like mercury leaking to the ground, covering the silent long street with a layer of silver frost. The already chilly autumn night became even colder.

What surprised Shen Qing was that on the wide street, there were more than a hundred cavalry and horses, forming a formation around a carriage. They were all wearing armor and carrying swords, and they also carried crossbows behind them.

After thinking for a moment, Shen Qing realized that there was no need to use such a large formation to escort her alone. This was because she was afraid that someone would rob her.

A gust of cold wind blew through and penetrated the thin prison clothes. Shen Qing's cheeks, which were already lacking some color, became paler and he couldn't help but shiver.

The soldier who led Shen Qing out of the dungeon obviously didn't have much sympathy for her. He reached out and pushed her and urged: "Get in the car!"

As soon as he stepped onto the carriage shaft, Shen Qing discovered that there was already a middle-aged man sitting in the carriage. He was about forty years old, plump, with a short beard. His official uniform with a purple robe and round collar was embroidered with a cloud-swallowing beast. He was a

He was a second-grade military attache of the current dynasty.

Such a big man must be a first-rate master in the army. He can roam the battlefield and form an army with one man, and he can be the enemy of ten thousand people.

After getting into the carriage, Shen Qing suddenly felt a warmth all over his body. The man in front of him was like a burning furnace, and his blood was terrifyingly blazing.

The carriage shook slightly and moved forward slowly.

"Ms. Shen, this is the first time we meet. My surname is Zhao and my first name is Sheng."

The middle-aged man spoke in a gentle tone, sighing with a hint of pity: "Captain Shen helped me a lot back then, and I even drank your full moon wine. Who would have thought..."

"I have met Mr. Zhao. A pariah cannot be called a lady."

Shen Qing lowered her head, not daring to show any signs of disbelief. She did not believe a word of Zhao Sheng's words. Anyone who was close to Shen Lie now was either dead or exiled.

And Zhao Sheng could still wear this cloud-swallowing beast robe and sit in front of her. She knew what was going on without thinking about it.

"In terms of seniority, you can call me uncle. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can send me a message. I have a nephew who works in the Jiaofang Division and can take care of you in the future..." As he spoke, Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand.

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Shen Qing was slightly startled and subconsciously moved back. However, the interior space of the carriage was too small and there was no way to escape. Zhao Sheng's hand was like a hot iron pliers, tightly holding her wrist.

After a few breaths, Zhao Sheng withdrew his hand, and Shen Qing had already curled up in the corner of the carriage. Seeing that he made no further movements, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Array up!"

After the carriage had been walking for a while, a thunderous roar suddenly came from the outside world, and the sound of arrows tearing through the sky was heard endlessly.

Someone robbed me.

Shen Qing's eyes brightened slightly, and as soon as she felt a glimmer of expectation, her collar tightened.

Zhao Sheng picked her up, raised his hand to tear off the roof of the car, and jumped into the air.

Bang!

The carriage exploded suddenly and was shot into a sieve by countless arrows. The two horses pulling the carriage were also torn apart by the powerful arrows, their bones were broken and their tendons were separated, and they fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing this scene, Shen Qing understood instantly, and her palms felt clammy.

These people in Jie Dao...are here to kill her...

"No need to leave anyone alive, kill them all!"

Zhao Sheng gave a cold shout and threw Shen Qing into the center of the military formation, with a stern look on his face: "There are twenty-seven people in total. They can't run very far. They will die before seeing their corpses!"

Before he finished speaking, a layer of blood mist visible to the naked eye suddenly overflowed from his body surface, carrying a terrifying high temperature that caused the void beside him to become faintly distorted.

His entire body swelled in size, like a giant bear standing upright and crashing into a street shop.

boom!

The three-story shop suddenly exploded, beams and columns collapsed, and blue bricks and wooden boards mixed with broken limbs flew everywhere.

After a few breaths, Zhao Sheng slowly walked out of the ruins, returned to normal, and ordered in a deep voice:

"Twenty-one left, chase!"

"promise!"

More than fifty cavalry were separated from the military formation and scattered in all directions.

Soon after, a beacon lighted up on the city wall in the distance. In an instant, the imperial city was brightly lit. It was obvious that it had been prepared for a long time. The army surrounded it from all directions, and there were thousands of people.

"The rest, continue on your way."

Zhao Sheng glanced at the empty long street, and a thunderous roar shook half of the imperial city: "Send Miss Shen to the Jiaofang Division!"

Shen Qing was helped onto a war horse, and more than fifty cavalrymen surrounded her.

Looking at Zhao Sheng, Shen Qing's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and there was a trace of obsession in his eyes.

Strong muscles and bones, a strong body, and the power to tear apart tigers and leopards, all of these only existed in her fantasy in her previous life.

Zhao Sheng has undoubtedly become one of the great masters of martial arts in the world. He can destroy cities and strongholds like searching for objects, but there are still many people in the world who are stronger than him.

She wants this great power.

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Half an hour later, the iron barrel army formation slowly stopped in front of a six-story building.

Late at night, the high-rise buildings are still hung with lights and festoons, and you can still hear the faint sounds of pianos and flutes, mixed with laughter and whispers.

Outside the door, there was already a group of people waiting, led by an old man who was over sixty years old, with a white face and no beard, and a gentle air in his movements.

There are not a few eunuchs in the Jiaofang Division, but most of the women among them are low-class and are not qualified to be maids. They basically take care of themselves and are controlled by the eunuchs.

Shen Qing showed great cooperation and followed the group into the Jiaofang Department.

"Nuo'er meets uncle."

A young man stayed outside the door, bowed respectfully to Zhao Sheng, and then asked in a low voice: "What should I do with Shen Qing?"

"I checked on the way. I found that I have some meager internal strength, but my blood is poor. I only know how to coax children." Zhao Sheng waved his hand nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Zhao Nuo said tentatively: "She is Shen Lie's daughter after all. I'm not sure whether she has consulted advanced internal skills, or..."

"Regardless of whether Shen Lie left her any secret book of Kung Fu, he will directly destroy her Qi and break her muscles in her hands and feet to avoid future troubles."

Zhao Sheng walked slowly towards the door with a calm expression: "Anyway, the women in the Jiaofang Department don't need much strength."

If the big tendon is severed, even if it is reattached, it will be unable to bind the chicken in the future and will be completely insulated from martial arts.

However, in the Jiaofang Division, this strength is enough to play with the strings of the piano.

"Be careful, don't let her die."

When leaving, Zhao Sheng warned her again: "When she recovers, we can hold a wedding banquet for her. Maybe she can catch a big fish."

"I want to see how much Shen Lie's daughter can be sold for!"
Chapter completed!